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honeytea8 · 4 years

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Virtue & Vice • Dio Brando/Reader

A/N: Discord prompt for the week was Masquerade AU, so I decided to write for Dio Brando, using @sammystep’s beautiful bedroom and mask renders as inspiration 😏 (seriously, they are amazing, so check them out at the end of the fic!!); Also written to be gender neutral, so please let me know if I messed up anywhere!

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: With your estranged cousin in a town full of rumors and ghost stories, it’s rather obvious you’re in for an interesting weekend. Somehow, you catch the eye of an insatiable beast, and whether you manage to survive him is left completely up to you.

Warnings/Disclaimers: Subtle references to Stone Ocean, heavily implied sexual content, Dio monologuing lol

In every city you’ve visited, there was always talk, and by talk, you meant gossip. Grapevines grew from thin air, spreading until the town was entangled in a sickness you liked to call Hearsay. You had witnessed this far too many times in the past, the novelty having worn off a long time ago. But on occasion, you liked to lend an ear to the particularly interesting ones—stories that left you searching for that innocuous sliver of truth amidst fairy tale.

Most times, however, it was merely a drunk spewing his usual nonsense to any person willing to listen. You were rarely ever an audience to such. Still, nothing quite chilled your bones like the tale recounted by one of the strangest men you’ve ever met.

It had been late in the evening, but not too late that the barmaid was not still serving homemade pies and cold drinks to her patrons.

A man only a few years older than yourself was perched on a rickety wooden chair nearby; it gave a high-pitched squeak every time he shifted. He had been there upon your arrival and would likely be there after you were gone. His clothes were drenched in sweat, boots caked in mud. You noticed him observing you from under the brim of his ten-gallon hat, though the rest of his face remained hidden. The nearest available seat just so happened to be right by his own, you hesitated, but ultimately took it.

Your fingers were frozen like cubes of ice and you breathed on them in a fruitless attempt to help them thaw. The barmaid made her rounds and eventually came to you. Only then were you able to order something to warm you up, a simple cup of coffee would suffice. You sat silent and unassuming, content with minding your own business until a gruff voice reached out to you, almost as if his words grew an arm and gripped your shoulder.

“Yer face,” he muttered in your direction. “S’like someone I can trust.”

You blinked at him. The implications behind his words were not lost on you. In fact, it was something you heard quite often. For your own mother had delivered you into a cruel world, and was quick to brand you with a trademark that has followed you for as long as you could recall: an angel.

In return, people seemed to gravitate towards you—were always intrigued by you, listening and speaking to you, soothed by your very nature and presence. It was a gift, you supposed. And like any gift, you preferred to use it for good. Whether it be to share in another’s burdens, or to relieve them of it entirely.

“Is there something you would like to share?” you replied back.

He hummed, then took a long swig of his whiskey in preparation. “Yeah, somethin's kept me up fer days actually.”

“What has?”

“I used ‘ta butle for a lord here in this town—hmm, well ta be frank it was only for a lil’ while... was dismissed soon after.”

The man continued without giving any clear answer to your question, but you assumed a bit of patience would grant you the full story.

“I'm sorry about your job.” you said out of courtesy, but he waved you off.

“Don’t be. S’better this way.” he took another sip, draining the glass in one go and waved for another round. “You believe in heaven?”

“Heaven? Like… the place where good people go when they pass on...? I—I’m not too sure.”

“S’alright.” he smiled for the first time, wide lips stretching across his face handsomely. He looked rather boyish with his half dimple and cleft chin. His expression was almost endearing. You figured he might’ve been quite the charmer when sober. “Name’s Hol Horse, by the way.”

“Hol Horse, it's a pleasure to meet you.”

You introduced yourself as well, to which he tipped his hat in greeting. The whole exchange was rather odd, but you went along with it for the sake of your own budding curiosity.

Hol Horse cast a wary glance around the room. You too chanced a brief look, but not as thoroughly as your companion. Obviously, no one was listening. You smiled and silently encouraged him to surrender the burden laying heavy on his conscience.

Hol Horse gave you his story. Some parts he gave in detail—others he offered in threadbare comments, giving only the minimum for you to catch the gist. From what you could piece together, he had worked as a servant under a young lord in the countryside. It was a large estate left behind by a ‘Sir Joestar’ who had passed away many years ago due to illness. His only adopted son was left to inherit the fortune, along with several of the businesses in town. That was as far as Hol Horse knew, more surprisingly, he had never even laid eyes on his employer during his tenure. Any and every form of correspondence was made through the lord's right hand.

At one point, you were beginning to wonder what picture Hol Horse was trying to paint here. Why did any of this matter? Regardless, it was the earnest pull of his voice that kept you rooted to your seat. That, and the fact that he had seemed to grow even more...disturbed the longer he spoke. His brows were pinched while he thought, showing his great displeasure. You truly hoped, for his sake, that confessing whatever was killing him inside would finally put his heart at ease.

In a lowered tone, he revealed the true cause of his troubles. He had spotted a number of bloodied sheets being carted away from his lord’s sleeping quarters, men and women’s clothing torn to shreds and disposed of in an incinerator. Certain staff members with superhuman strengths and abilities. Phantoms, ghosts, demonic spirits. All culminated by the devastating amount of missing persons. These were some serious, and if you were honest, strange allegations.

“My apologies,” you interrupted, “but I’m not sure I follow.”

“I’m sayin’ that some crazy shit’s goin’ on in this town, and I wouldn’t feel too inclined ta stay if I were you.”

You pursed your lips, far too stunned for words.

“Heaven.” he uttered like a curse. There was a sudden quiver in his lips, that sent a chill racing down your spine. It wasn’t just about ‘heaven’. More specifically, Hol Horse was convinced there existed a way to call it forth.

The sheer ridiculousness of this statement seized your attention. The man was so obviously intoxicated, but spoke like these were irrefutable facts that he too struggled to come to terms with.

A heaven within the reach of mere mortals? Powers no man had any business wielding? It was absolutely ludicrous! But your gut, which had saved you countless times in the past, urged you to not cast this tale aside.

You wondered if this made you a fool.

You had only come to this town per invitation from a distant, older cousin. And while distant by blood, she was also distant to you in nearly every other aspect as well. You and your cousin, Gwess, scarcely saw one another due to a series of familial barriers. By all accounts, you should be wary of her, but she was also newly married now, and you supposed her only desire was to rekindle your long-neglected relationship.

Marriage, children, a home—it had a way of changing people. You were unsure if you could genuinely relate to her feelings, but you would not stop her from trying to rebuild something, even if that something had never truly existed in the first place.

For whatever reasons, your cousin had you set up in a hotel instead of her guest house. You didn’t take it personally, after all, it was her home to do with as she pleased. The hotel suite was lavish; far be it from you to complain.

Clean, white walls, with an intricate gold motif wallpaper, Persian carpeting, high thread-count sheets made from the whitest Egyptian cotton. At your bedside were red roses that added a bit of color and warmth to the room, and near the window was a mini-bar stocked with various alcoholic beverages should you choose to indulge.

Courtesy of Gwess, your outfit for the night’s festivities hung on the bathroom door, zipped up in a garment bag to keep it from either soiling or wrinkling. She had gifted it to you along with a mask for the masquerade ball, though, you felt a sudden trepidation bubbling in your stomach at what awaited you; like a premonition of something to come, it weighed on your chest, and you tried desperately to swallow it down.

Hol Horse’s words from the previous night continued to haunt you in broken fragments. He had warned you not to stick around but it wasn’t like you were staying much longer. Just one more night.

Still, you worried. With the sound of your heart thumping in your ears, you drew out the lace and chiffon clothing from the bag that had kept it hidden from you until now.

A feeling you could not explain washed over you at the sight of what Gwess brought for you to wear. It was white with wing-like patterns sewn down into the material just below the blades of your shoulders. You considered the meaning of this as you donned the outfit and fixed the mask over your face. Mockery perhaps? Who could say?

Gwess greeted you in the hotel lobby with open arms and a warm smile.

“Cousin!”

“Gwess.” You murmured with a nod and a small tilt of your lips. “You look well.”

She grinned, eyes crinkling, “Don’t I?” Gwess gave a twirl, showing off one of her newest purchases. A thinly strapped designer gown with silver embroideries and little birds stitched at the hem and sleeve. In her hands was an extravagant mask covered in jewels and... real life bird feathers. You assumed so, given the traces of blood still on them. Ever the beauty, your cousin was. Her husband, being a lawyer working under a prominent firm in town, made sure that his dearest Gwess wanted for nothing; inherently enabling her rather eccentric hobbies, like mutilating tiny animals and using their remains as accessories.

The venue was a large ballroom not too far from the hotel. It was beautifully decorated with crimson and gold ornaments and glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The festivities were already in full swing. Peals of laughters, thundering music, flashing lights. It was increasingly overwhelming. The event was more of a bacchanal for the rich and wealthy, a hedonistic gathering for the town’s upper echelon. It was almost ceremonial.

To make matters worse, you lost sight of Gwess, or rather, she had ditched you for a group of familiar faces. So, you wandered about on your own. There were a startling amount of guests, it felt almost like eyes were on you at every moment. Bodies pushed on all sides of you as you struggled to make your way through to a less crowded area. The sick feeling in the pit of your stomach bred more fear and anxiety, until you felt the urge to vomit right then and there.

Escaping into the open balcony was your only form of solace, and perhaps you’d remain there for the rest of the evening. Though, how could you have known that in doing so, you would inevitably find yourself within the crosshairs of an apex predator.

By his third victim, Dio was beginning to think that none of his ‘esteemed’ guests had brought a worthy sacrifice. A sneer curled at his lips as he watched them from his seat above. They were like monkeys, dancing for his entertainment, but unfortunately, he was far from entertained. He lounged back in his seat with a deep sigh.

Dio Brando did not believe in chance or coincidence. He did not believe in a being beyond the proverbial curtain, pulling on strings and orchestrating the whims of humanity. But lately, he’d been feeling a bit of a premonition. Nothing alarming, just an inkling of something he couldn’t quite place. And even after speaking to Enrico at length—

Dio paused in his musing, having caught sight of something in his peripheral.

With purposed steps, he followed the instincts deep within him, a visceral tugging in his gut, until he was greeted with the sight of your back. Poised like a sharpened blade, clothed in white; you stood underneath the lantern’s glow, like an angel hand-delivered to his doorstep. Utterly enticing.

You turned, gazing over at him with a peculiar look in your eyes, like that of a cautious doe in the presence of a hunter. The mask you wore shielded the majority of your face, but you were not someone he recognized. The clothing you were wearing made him all the more interested in finding what lay beneath.

Even from this distance, he could see the light sheen of sweat on the back on your neck. The subtle quake in your shoulders was not hidden from him either, even the bob of your throat as you swallowed.

“Do you mind if I join you?” he finally asked.

You were not expecting the man to speak since he looked so dead set on staring at you. “I don’t mind at all.”

You shifted over a little, an unnecessary action, seeing as there was plenty of room for the both of you. The fresh air did well in calming you down. But the sudden appearance of this man and his wolfish gaze was putting you back on edge. In any other instance, his very aura would have sent you running for the hills, but for some reason, you couldn't even bring yourself to move.

“You aren't enjoying yourself,” he noted with a teasing smile. “Does that make me a terrible host?”

You fumbled for a minute, stuttering over your words while trying to find an appropriate answer that wouldn’t offend him too much.

“C-Certainly not. It’s, um, no fault of your own. These kinds of things never interested me in the first place.”

You tried to avoid looking him in the eye when you responded but that proved to be impossible. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of scarlet. You half-wondered if they even came in that color naturally. He licked his lips, and for a second you caught sight of a sharpened canine.

“One could say that I am looking for something. Why else would I throw such an affair?”

Curious, you angled yourself a bit closer to him.

“Do you believe in gravity, dear?” he brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “That might be the reason why I’ve found you. You feel it too, that innate pull that can’t be explained.” he drew you closer until you were chest to chest. “It’s why you can’t walk away even though you’re frightened. I think we were fated to meet each other here.”

A wind blew as he said those words, tussling his gold spun hair, as if nature itself were confirming his words.

“Don’t you believe in destiny? That our lives are fate’s ultimate composition; a song that plays from the moment we take our first breath until we breathe our last.”

He was standing so close, close enough that you could smell the hint of cinnamon in his cologne and... blood...on his breath. It was making you dizzy, but you were also surprised to find that you wanted him to kiss you. And once that thought was acknowledged, it blossomed into a heady desire that was slowly taking over your entire body. You wanted him, the monster behind the mask.

“What say you, dear? Are you still frightened by me?” he laughed. “Don’t be. You and I are the same.”

“I’m...not afraid.” you said and placed a hand on his chest. It pleased him to hear you say it, even if your body betrayed your words. He leaned forward with one arm wrapped around your waist and gave a long, languid lick to a stripe of your skin, your perspiration was no deterrent at all, in fact he rather enjoyed it. Being this close to you gave him a vision of depthless oceans behind his eyelids with the taste of saltwater on his tongue and algae under his feet.

It was cathartic.

Indeed there were cleaner ways to do this, but he liked the pulse of your jugular beneath his tongue. He let his fangs sink into the flesh of your neck, puncturing your skin all the way through. Your fingers gripped his clothes, but not out of pain. The immense pleasure washing over you felt unlike anything you could ever imagine. Puffs of your warm breath coasted against the shell of his ear. You were far past the point of return.

In the final act, you laid naked in your hotel bed underneath blood speckled sheets. Your neck was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the pleasant soreness between your thighs.

Dio, the name of your new god, hovered over you bare as the day he was born with an arrogant smile on his lips. Your wrists were bound with the strips of cloth torn from your body. You couldn’t reach him but your gaze still roamed the hills and valleys of his muscled chest in an act of worship and devotion.

An angel, they had called you. But what was angel without a fall from grace? It seemed in order to know virtue, one must first acquaint themselves with vice.

#JJBA #jojo’s bizarre adventure #Dio Brando #Dio x Reader #Dio Brando x Reader #Masquerade AU #jojo #Dio #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #3D Renders

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hermit-pistol · 4 years

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stubborn (oldseph x reader)

anonymous asked: why hello there! i'd like to request a part 3 joseph x reader where the reader is a crusader and joseph's always trying to protect her, but she's always trying to prove herself to him and then they fall in love! thank you so much my joseph fan friend!

Oldseph is literally the light of my life, okay. I don’t usually write super long stuff like this but I was so moved because Oldseph. Here ya go!

You had never guessed that you would find yourself in this situation: traveling the middle east with a few grown men and a couple of high school students thrown in for good measure.

The dynamic was a bit awkward at first, to say the least. While you were in your mid-twenties and were capable of handling yourself, being surrounded by men always had its downsides.

They always thought that you needed protection, which wasn't true in the slightest. You knew what you were getting into when accepting the offer of defeating DIO once and for all. You even had a stand of your own. Yet, it was always "You should stay out of this, Y/N." or "It's dangerous to go there alone. Let me come with you."

It drove you insane, to say the least.

You've told the other crusaders countless times that you were okay and they left you to your own devices. Except for one. Joeseph Joestar.

He had to be the most stubborn man that you've met in your entire life. After your pleading and constant requests to leave you be, he would still watch you like a hawk all day every day.

Although you had to admit that you found his dedication to you quite flattering. Or...maybe you just craved the attention. You couldn't be sure.

Today was another hectic day, with the gang chasing after another enemy stand user that went by the name of Hol Horse. Just a few short moments ago he had shot your beloved comrade Avdol point-blank. After cornering him; however, the slippery cowboy had evaded their grasp. Luckily they wasted no time chasing him down, and they were quickly closing the distance.

"Get back here! I'll kill you for what you did to Avdol!" Polnareff shouted, Silver Chariot attempting to stab at his heels. Hol Horse had now begun shooting with Emporer at the sand, creating a cloud of dust that had made it hard enough to see just about anything. "Shit!" It was later discovered that Chariot's rapier was stabbing at nothing.

"You'll never take me alive!" Hol Horse had begun shooting like a madman now in a desperate attempt at escape. You had kept up with the rest of the bunch this whole time, but Joseph wasn't having any of it.

"Y/N. You have to stay behind me." He glanced back at you to see that you were following his careful orders. You could feel your blood beginning to boil.

"Excuse you? I can take care of myself, thank you very much." Your stand expertly deflected the stray bullets that were flying here and there. Joseph used his Hermit Purple to create a net around you, lifting you off of the ground.

"Hey, what the- you've got to be kidding me right now..." you were now suspended above the sandy terrain, your stand trying to free you from the vine's grasp. It was no use, as Joseph used a spark of Hamon to keep your quest for freedom at bay.

"Sorry Y/N, I know that you're mad. But Hol Horse isn't taking any chances. He's gone crazy, and we can't risk losing you."

You slumped to the bottom of the makeshift net, the sounds of gunfire still ringing in your ears. The statement really should have been: 'I can't risk losing you' at this point. All of the other crusaders have respected your wishes, but Joseph always went that extra mile to make sure that you were protected and safe. Maybe it wasn't all bad, but you figured that another talk with the old man would just do more harm than good at this point.

A couple of minutes had gone by, with you still trapped in your makeshift prison. It was only when you heard the screams of a certain cowboy that you stood up and leaned lightly against the thorny wall.

Hol Horse had finally been caught. Kakyoin was interrogating him about DIO's whereabouts while Jotaro's Star Platinum had him in a chokehold. "Please, please lemme go! I'll tell ya where Mr. DIO is!" He cried, and Joseph let out a low rumble of a laugh. It was strangely...attractive?

"You really think that we're gonna let you go, huh?" He removed his hat to scratch his head. You watched him run his hands through his salt and pepper locks, and from your practically-aerial view, it looked particularly soft?

No....you were not getting feelings for Joseph Joestar. 69-year-old Joseph Joestar. This can't be happening.

Hol Horse was having none of Joseph's teasing. "Please, I'll do anything!" He pleaded. Joseph looked over to Kakyoin, who looked to Jotaro and so on and so forth. No one looked at you, still trapped in vines. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the idiotic display.

While everyone was exchanging glances to decide what to do, you were the only one who had noticed Hol Horse reaching into his boot. He had something up his sleeve. "Guys, he's got a-!" you tried to shout out to reach the others, but it was no use.

There was an extra gun stashed away that had been neglected in the patdown after his capture. He shot at the sand once more and then ran as if his life depended on it...which it certainly did.

Jotaro pointed in his direction, ready to send Star Platinum into a frenzy. Kakyoin stopped him before he could begin his assault. "It's not worth it, Y/N was the only one who could have possibly prevented that escape from happening." Joseph began to turn around and walk back to where they had thrown their supplies before Kakyoin could call him out. "Now where do you think you're going?"

"Ah, me?" He instinctively put his hand on the back of his neck. "I was just getting a drink! Was probably gonna grab something for Y/N too." He gave a thumbs up.

"Why am I still trapped in his hellhole?" You yelled down to the group. Joseph quickly released his Hermit Purple and you were safely brought back to the ground. "You are so thick. What makes you think that I can't take care of myself, huh?" Out of frustration, your hand had rested itself upon your hip.

"I was just trying to protect you!" He threw up his hands in defense. "That Hol Horse guy is crazy-"

"You wanna know what's crazy? Taking me out of the chase and lifting me into the sky so I wouldn't be in harm's way." You bit your lip in order to avoid saying something that you would later regret.

Before things could get more heated, Polnareff was the one who finally decided to break the tension. "I think that everyone is just tired since we've been out in the sun all day. Tensions are still high from the loss of Avdol, agreed?" Everyone gave a solemn nod. Losing their friend that day had taken a toll on all of them, Polnareff especially.

"He does have a point," Jotaro spoke, folding his arms. "Today's been a rough day for us all. And to top it all off...I'm starving..."

"Me too..." You couldn't deny the sounds that your stomach was making. All of that rage and aggressive towards Joseph had made you work up quite the appetite.

"I've got a great idea! Let's go somewhere special for dinner tonight. To make up for what I did to Y/N." Joseph gave a grin. It made your anger dissipate almost immediately, but you would never let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. "Even better, I'll pay!"

"Fine, but only because you're paying..." You grumbled as you gathered the rest of your earlier confiscated belongings from the heap of supplies on the ground. At least you were being treated to a good meal. ---- After arguing for a solid 30 minutes about where to eat for the night, you all had finally decided on a steakhouse. Even though they were in India, Joseph had insisted on sampling a classic "American" burger because he was feeling homesick.

The waitress that ushered you in was very polite, and soon the 5 of you were settled into a booth, with you and Joseph sitting on one side, and Kakyoin, Polnareff, and Jotaro sitting on the other.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" The uncomfortably jovial waitress asked around the table and just wrote down a little scribble here and there.

When it was finally your turn, you asked for an iced tea. But not before being cut off by Joseph who insisted that water was the better choice. Thankfully, the booth was so cramped that you could dig your elbow into his side, making him howl with pain. "I'm so sorry about that. If I could get an iced tea that would be great!"

When the woman was out of earshot. Joseph turned to you, still rubbing his side with his prosthetic hand. It accidentally brushed against you, and the chill of the cool metal sent shivers down your spine. "Now, what was that about!"

"I can order a damn beverage for myself, Joseph."

"Someone could have poisoned the iced tea and we don't even know!" He raised his eyebrows along with his voice.

"I'm done fighting. Let's just finish this dinner and find a hotel...I'm exhausted." You sighed, resting your read on the table. Even though you couldn't see it, you could practically feel Joseph's eyes on you.

The rest of the dinner continued in silence. Everyone stared at their plates when the food came out, and so far the only interaction that had occurred during their outing besides the outbursts from Joseph was when Polnareff started choking on his burger.

"This is what I get for eating American food..." He managed between coughs.

"A rather silent bunch tonight, aren't we-" Kakyoin eventually broke the silence, reaching across the table for the ketchup bottle.

"I just don't really feel like talking, that's all." You answered, just pushing around the leftover food on your plate. In reality, you were just trying to process these newly-surfaced feelings for Joseph. You must have been so spaced out that he noticed.

"Hey, space cadet!" He waved his hand in front of your face, causing you to snap out of it. "You okay, Y/N? You've been acting awfully strange."

You could feel a blush creeping up on your features, so you attempted to cover your face. "I-it's nothing, really. I just- haven't eaten beef in a while and it's upsetting my stomach, that's all!" Really? Like he would believe that.

"I've got some medicine in my bag I can give to ya when we're back at the hotel. I don't want you to be in pain." Curse him for caring about you!

"I'll be okay, let's just get out of here." Joseph shrugs and calls the waitress over to bring the check. The rest of the restaurant outing goes smoothly, you guys even got the fancy mints! You each pitched in for the tip, despite protests from Joseph, and made your way back into the stifling desert air.

The hotel check-in was a relatively painless process as well, Jotaro and Kakyoin had decided to room together, and Polnareff offered to share a room with Joseph. That left you with your own room for the night.

Since you usually traveled in even numbers, finally having a room to yourself for once was pretty nice. Although, you wished that it could have been under different circumstances. When you entered your single suite you all but ran to the bed, throwing your bags on the ground. The soft sheets welcomed you and lulled you into a deep sleep.

That was until you were woken up from your precious slumber by a sharp knock at the door.

You checked your phone, seeing that only a couple hours had passed since you had checked in and bid the rest of the group goodnight. Looking out the window, you could tell that the sun had already set, giving way to a night sky accompanied by a slight breeze. Nights in the desert could be pleasant sometimes.

"Coming!" You shouted, looking in the mirror quickly to make sure that you didn't look like a complete and utter mess. After giving yourself the once over you peered into the peephole to see Joseph. He was clutching a bag and some water. 'Oh yeah, the medicine.'

You opened the door, and he gave you a wide smile. "Good evening! I came to bring you that medicine. And I got some water too!" He playfully shook the bottle in his hand. What a goofball.

"That's very sweet of you, Joseph." You felt the corners of your lips tug upward, threatening to form a smile. God, you couldn't deny how charming he was. "Why don't you come inside."

"Okay, if you insist!" He stepped across the threshold and shut the door carefully behind him. He handed you the medicine and water and walked across the room to sit on your bed. "I see that you already broke this bad boy in." He gestured to the sheets, which had still been rustled from your nap.

"Yeah, I was exhausted after everything that happened today." You decided to be bold and sit down on the bed next to him. He almost flinched a little when he felt the bed covers dip beside him. Was Joseph Joestar getting a little flustered?

"Y/N, now that we're here. I actually have something else to tell you." The grip on your water bottle tightened, and you took a shaky swig.

"Oh yeah, what's that? You finally want to apologize for all those times that you got in my way?" You tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

"No, actually. I find myself doing those things because I can't stand to live in a world without you. I really you Y/N-" The last sentence came out a little rushed, but your eyes went wide.

You were holding the water bottle so tightly at this point that it was a bit uncomfortable. Being taken aback by the confession, you just sat in silence for a bit. Finally, after a few seconds of unbearable quiet, you spoke up. "Well, that explains a lot actually."

"It does, doesn't it." Joseph moved a little closer to you, now gently holding your free hand. "I don't mean to sound like a bother to you, but I just can't stand to see you hurt. I know that you are probably more than a little uncomfortable with the age difference, anybody would be but-" You cut off his rambling with a quick kiss.

You giggled as you watched his face turned red. He was completely speechless for once. "You really need to learn when to shut up sometimes. I've been denying my feelings for too long as well. It's about time that I was completely honest with myself."

"You- you really feel the same way?" Joseph was absolutely bewildered at this point, for he was not expecting this response. You nodded your head in response.

"But, from now on if this is gonna work out, you gotta let me off the leash a little. Or else I'll have to... tickle you or something." You set your water bottle on the nearby nightstand and stood up.

"Empty threats, empty threats I say." Joseph blew a raspberry. He also stood up, and you noticed the size difference between the two of you. His tallness was insanely attractive, to the point where it wasn't fair. "Well, I better get going."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, it gets lonely here at night." You shot him a pleading look, slapping the covers where he once sat.

He walked over to you and picked you up, your legs were now wrapped around his giant torso. "You would like that, wouldn't you." Your lips were dangerously close to touching, but he decided not to close the distance, much to your dismay.

"Well, it sounds like a good idea to me." Your arms were draped around the back of his neck. They reached up to play with his hair, and you cherished the feeling of his soft strands. 'His hair really is that soft...'

"You're gonna have to let me grab my clothes then, I'm not sleeping in these." He was still wearing his daily attire.

You slid off of him reluctantly. 'I guess I'll let you go then. Don't take too long."

"No promises!" He teased, exiting your room, leaving you to shut the door behind him. You leaned against the door before closing it, admiring his retreating assets.

After shutting the door, you leaned against it and smiled. That was quite the unexpected turn of events. At least you found out the reason behind Joseph's constant nagging, and quite honestly you wouldn't have it any other way.

#part 3 joseph #oldseph #oldseph x reader #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #i loved writing this #oldseph just really has me like *this*#he's so incredible i can't #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader

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go-dark-turtle · 4 years

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(Here it is part 1 of Chapter 3 of Free the future. My Kakyoin x Fem reader fan fiction. 😵 If you havent already please read chapter 2 before these parts thank you. As a warning this fan fiction does contain violence and swearing.

Please enjoy)

Chapter 3 Assembling an Ace.

As Kakyion ascended up the stairs with you in his arms the others had gathered into the living room and Polnareff was in shock and awe at what he witnessed.

"Say that again?" Avdol widened his eyes at Polnareff.

"She's a stand user, Y/N is a stand user! She healed me, she had a marbel shield around her hands and everything, you saw it too Jotaro, didnt you?" Polnareff described what he witnessed.

Jotaro nodded and walked over to the chair and sat down and looked through the stack of magazines and started to read one about marine life. Joseph looked at the phone and put his hand up to signal to the others.

"I can't ask Y/N for permission, but I do have to make an important phone call if you don't mind being quiet for a few minutes." He looked down at the phone and with one finger started to punch in the numbers.

Avdol nodded and Polnareff kept looking at his hand. He was still in amazement that you healed it so quickly, both men looked up to the ceiling and wondered when you'd wake up, they were curious about your stand.

**Meanwhile upstairs**

Kakyion freed one of his hands and slowly opened the door to your bedroom, his eyes scanned the room it was a small box bedroom with a bed in the middle, a nightstand to the right, a bin in the corner of the room by a small set of drawers, a small window to the left parallel to the entrance and a chair behind the door. His eyes looked down at the nightstand and saw a photograph of Hol Horse smugly smiling next to you in the picture, you clearly had drawn a heart around his face in a bright purple marker, he gritted his teeth and placed you down, he reached for the picture and snacthed it in his hands and crumpled it with such force, and threw it in the bin on the other side of the room. He closed the door behind him and pulled the seat to your side, he looked at you with worrying eyes.

"I'm so sorry you got wrapped up in all this madness Y/N, I'll never admit to the others but when Dio cornered me in Egypt, I was terrified I couldn't move, he tried to convince me he was my friend, that I potential and forced me with that fleshbud, at that moment I honestly felt I was safe from his harm. I will never again be the coward that let him get his way. Rest assured I'll make sure he doesnt hurt you again. You've been through enough. I'm just glad we are going to put an end to him soon." He softly spoke as he brushed a few strands of hair out your face looking down at you, smiling knowing you were safe from any harm.

"Like I said to Mr Joestar earlier, you are the blessing and turnabout we have been needing on this journey, I don't know how or why you found us when we arrived in Egypt but I'm glad our paths have met." He continued to brush the odd strand here and there and then you slowly started to turn on your side facing the window.

He stood up, walked over to your side and took off his jacket, draping it on your shoulders. He stood by your side, seeing you sleep so soundly, so peaceful, so content, he smiled softly, he leaned in closer and looked about the room making sure no one else was present and he sighed happily and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He knew then and there that it was fate, no questions about it, he wanted to look after you, protect you and to be the man that would be forever at your side.

He took a few minutes to watch over you, as you softly drifted into a deep sleep. He summoned Hierophant Green, he entrusted his stand to watch over you, he thanked his stand and quietly walked around the bed, gently opened the door, having one last look at you before he left the room and walked down the long hallway and started to make his way downstairs.

"That's right, Bombay Cottage... uh huh that's right, oh thank you very much. Bye." Joseph grinned, as he put the phone down and saw Kakyion come through the door and he smiled at the group.

"How is she doing?" Joseph asked

"She's okay but I think she's used up a lot of energy," He forced a smile back at the older man. "Travelling for hours, then of course reliving her horrible past and then using her stand. She's a brave and tough cookie. I give her that."

"I know this seems wrong but we have to press for more answers, all this doesn't seem to add up, not one bit." Jotaro sighed as he turned to another page. "Why is she helping us?"

"Her stand is incredible; she can heal within seconds but it did seem to wipe her out so suddenly." Polnareff put his finger to his chin in thought.

"It could be she doesn't quite understand how to use it properly, hence why she fainted after a single use." Avdol folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Jotaro is right we need to know what is going on and why she has gone out of her way to help us."

The others all sighed trying to guess what was actually going on, but then Polnareff picked up the TV remote and started to flick through the channels. The gents all fell silent, Joseph, Kakyion and Polnareff slumped on the couch and started to watch the various programmes. Jotaro continued to read the magazines in the chair and Avdol looked at the bookshelf picking up some interesting titles to read and to find anything interesting to aid them on their journey, while he sat on the back of the couch.

**Back upstairs**

You started to have that vision again, even in your sleep, everything was in darkness and saw the city of Cario at night from the rooftops you saw Dio and he grinned and smirked you saw green strings surround him and then in a blink of an eye, Kakyion was flung towards the water tower and his chest was impaled on impact, Mr Joestar screamed for him but he couldn't reach him in time. You grunted and tossed about more. This vision has haunted you every time you fell asleep, even when you daydreamed, it could spring to your mind at any moment and you didn't know why this horrific moment kept repeating. For the next 10 minutes it replayed over and over and over, everytime the impact of Kakyion's body smacked into the water cooler the noise sent shivers down your spine, you gritted your teeth and clenched your hands. Just then a new vision appeared before you and you could see Polnareff and Avdol walk the dark hallways of Dio's mansion. Avdol stopped in his tracks reading the wall next to him and in that moment he was captured by Cool Ice's stand, the only thing remaining of him was his arms, they dropped on the floor, you saw the fear in the Frenchman's eyes as he saw the fate of his dear friend.

You jolted awake, your face covered in sweat, you breathed heavily, you held your face and started to shake "Why do these visions haunt me so.... huh?" You felt something fall from your shoulder.

Kakyion's jacket fell onto your lap, you clutched it quickly, you held onto it, for support, the tears formed in your eyes, you held it closer, his scent was faint, musky with a hint of cherry, you hugged into the jacket to calm you down. You closed your eyes and imagined his warm hands embracing you in your hour of need, it felt so right, it felt comforting, you wanted to be held in his arms. In that moment as your mind began to wonder that's when it became clear, your heartbeat started to beat faster, it started to feel tingly, your breath became sharp and your eyes sprung open with the realsatation. You began to develop romantic feelings for the man that haunted your dreams for the past two months.

"This can't be happening, not right now..." You looked down at your hands and then you noticed a figure by your side, your eyes shifted over slowly, a green and white man looking directly at you.

"Who, who are you?" You ask calmly, no response the figure still stares in your direction.

Your eyes widened at his silent response, you moved slowly inching closer and closer to your nightstand, you didn't once loose eye contact, you reached down slowly and opened the drawer and pulled out your diary.

"Are you working for Dio?" You became more curious by the second, you wondered if this was a trap and there was no way to call the others. You gripped the diary in your hands and slowly closed the drawer, kneeling in his direction.

Still not an answer from the green and white man.

"Answer me damn it!" You clench your fist and brought the diary to your chest "I'm giving you a chance here to explain."

The green and white man still silent, still looking at you, you became annoyed at his silence. You grunted and threw the diary at full force knocking him off the chair, you edged closer to the bed seeing him lay there in shock from the impact, you grinned this is when you felt you had the upper hand. You gripped the lamp, pulled it with such a force the plug came out the socket and smacked the lamp across his head. In that same moment you tossed the slightly smashed lamp aside and you pinned him to the ground, putting all your body weight onto his chest.

"I asked you a question so you better answer me now!" You growled at him.

***Meanwhile downstairs***

Joseph Polnareff and Kakyion still slumped on the couch were watching the latest James Bond movie 'The Living Daylights.' Jotaro had fallen asleep on the chair with the magazine on his face Avdol had turned around, still sat on the back of the couch and started to watch the film with the other crusaders. Then out of nowhere Kakyion fell off the couch, he held his head from the pain, then in a matter of moments, a trickle of blood formed from his forehead, he reached up to feel his head and brought his hand to his face, that's when he saw the small amount of blood on his fingers.

"What the hell...." Before he got to finish he was pushed against the floor and found it hard to breathe normally.

"Kakyion? What's going on?" Joseph looked down at him.

"Ack!" He took a short breath "I, I, think shes awake" Kakyion grunted.

"Wait a second, are you saying you left Hierophant Green next to Y/N?" Joseph asked as he heard a bang from up stairs.

Kakyion grunted again and nodded.

"Hurry! Bring back your stand this might get dangerous. She might not understand it's your stand." Joseph said to him in a panic, Kakyion nodded and called him back.

Just then Hierophant Green slipped under your grip and started to slither along the floor and under the gap under the door.

"OI GET BACK HERE! WATERMELON BASTARD!" You swung the door opened

The green stand panicked and hurry his pace as it wobbled down the hall way and reached the top of the stairs, You dashed after it and picked up a picture frame off the wall and threw it at the top of the landing missing Hierophant Green a few inches. He slithered down the stairs much like a slinky, You had run down after it and at the last few steps you prepared yourself, you tied the sleeves of Kakyion's jacket around your neck and you jumped down with force. The stand moved quickly to the right down the hallway and slithered back to Kakyion, he sighed with relief knowing his stand made it back to him from further injury and he sat back onto the couch.

You ran down the hallway and swung the door of the living room open and you scanned the room only to find the Stardust Crusaders.

You breathed heavy, your eyes scanning the room "Where is he?"

Joseph raised his eyebrow "Where is who? Is everything okay Y/N?"

You shook your head and started to look behind the couch, behind the curtains, under the table in the corner, behind the TV you rubbed your head in frustration.

"No! Where's that watermelon bastard?" you said with such rage "He was there when I woke up, he watched me sleep and he didn't answer my questions!" You looked behind Jotaro's seat and he woke up as you brushed past his foot.

Joseph Avdol and Polnareff all looked at each other and had a slight snicker as Kakyion turned his head in embarrassment. Even Jotaro had a slight smirk on his face.

You gave the older man a questionable look, you would have thought for someone his age would be mature about this. "Do you think it's funny a creepy watermelon bastard watched me sleep? He could be working for Dio! I know he ran in here . Where is he?!"

Joseph cleared his throat from laughing and started to explain "Alright Y/N sorry, but this watermelon bastard you speak of isn't working for Dio, infact it's one of our stands."

You looked at him and raised your eyebrow "Stand? Oh! You mean like the ability like Hol Horse mentioned...."

"Exactly! However what you don't know is that when someone inflicts damage on a stand it also affects the user. So in other words while you were beating the crap out the um," He had a slight chuckle "Watermelon bastard" He shook his head in disappointment at you "You actually hurt poor Kakyion."

Your eyes widen and looked at Kakyion he turned his head and you rushed to his side you gently held his face, you could see the small cut on his head with a small line of blood trickling down. Your hands began to shake and you started to cry, you couldn't believe what you had done. The others watched you as you rushed to his side.

"Kakyion I'm so sorry I didn't know, I'm so sorry please forgive me" You knelt down so you were at the same eye level.

He softly smiled at you he could tell it was an accident he placed his warm hands on yours "I forgive you, you weren't to know, we should've mentioned about our stands, but we didn't know you were also a stand user."

You looked down "That's right, I'm a stand user I have a healing ability, it was forced upon me, Dio, forced it on me...." The memories came flooding back you held your head as you relived the moments once more "After he plunged the arrow into my chest I woke up a few hours later...."

*Another Flashback brought to you by Za Warudo enterprises*

You had woken up from the impact of the arrow and you held your chest, you looked down but there was no blood, not even a scratch.

"Ah you have finally woken up, how do you feel?" Dio cupped your chin and rubbed his thumb against your cheek.

You looked at him, scared, unsure what to do next, your body froze at his gaze.

"There is nothing to fear my dear sweet Y/N. I have blessed you with such power." He smiled softly at your widened expression. He smirked and pressed his fingers into your cheeks "NOW SHOW ME YOUR ABILITY!"

You started to shake, you didn't know what he meant but all of a sudden your hands started to glow and a marbel shield encased around them, you freaked out at the sight you flail your arms around, only to have Dio grip your arm, He leaned in close and examined your hands in their new form. It was then he felt on his right side of his neck where he had joined his head to the body of that of Jonathan Joestar it began to heal slowly. His eyes beamed with an evil excitement.

"HA HA! You have a healing stand. How interesting. Let's see how quickly you can heal then shall we." He pulled out a knife and cut his arm. "Well what are you waiting for, heal me!"

You rushed to his arm and began to heal him. It took a few minutes to it to completely heal and he gripped your shirt and dragged you closer.

"You call that quick?" He gritted his teeth but he chuckled softly and smirked "Lets try again! Enya bring in the others!" Dio glared at the old woman.

She returned a few minutes later with three more of Dio's henchmen, Mariah, N' Doul and Alessi. He laughed and cut all 3 of his minions you stood there in shock at his actions.

"Hurry heal them before they die!" Dio demanded.

You rushed to Mariah and you placed your hands on her face and healed her quickly out of fear, you moved to Alessi and healed his neck in a panic and N'Doul you placed your hands on his chest and healed him with Dio smirking at your panicked state. The others stood and glared and grinned at your demonstration of your stand, they knew you would be useful.

At that moment that's when you fainted and were out cold for 5 hours. When you woke up again Dio was there to greet you and once again forced you to heal him over and over you fainted again and again. The more and more you healed the visions repeated in your head, that vision on the rooftops of Cairo, was the one that played the most.

A few days of healing torture and you woke back up again hearing the cries of Dio screaming in pain you rushed to his side and healed his arm, oh how he enjoyed this game, once again you fainted and that cursed vision played in your dreams once again. Later that day you woke up exhausted and looked up at Dio reading his book.

"Oh you are awake, just to let you know that your beloved Hol Horse is on a mission for me, to rid of the Joestars, before they arrive here in Egypt, but your beloved might not make it in time, you better hurry up quickly and heal him. He's currently in India." Dio watched your heart sink and laughed loudly.

You rushed out of his mansion and found your car parked by the cafe from a few days ago, you revved your engine and stepped on the gas driving to the nearest dock.

**A few hours later**

You arrived and once your car was cleared to enter the country, you drove around the narrow streets and that's where you found him, your beloved Hol Horse on the ground covered in blood, you rushed out the car and you held him in your arms.

"Hol Horse, I'm so sorry I wasn't here when they attacked you." You held his hands in your own and walked to your car.

"Hey don't worry about that darlin, you are here now and that's what matters, c'mon I still have a chance to get them back, they were headed to the town in the mountains, I know a shortcut. Let's get them back babe." He grunted in pain as he sat down in the passenger seat, you looked at him with worried eyes but you held the wheel and looked onwards.

You followed his directions and you were so close to the town in the mountains, you parked alongside a nearby road sign and looked at him.

"I guess I should hang back just in case." You smiled at him

"Yeah darlin, don't want them fuckers to hurt ya, you mean so much to me, say darlin you dont mind healing me before I get revenge on those bastards?" He smugly smiled

"Oh of course!" You activated your stand and slowly began to heal him.

"Oi could you hurry it up I ain't got all day," He gritted his teeth and you looked down and sped up the healing and just as you were about finished he smirked "Hey thanks, oh by the way, I don't need you anymore, I love you so much that we cant be together anymore, yep I know, it breaks my heart, it truly does, see ya darlin."

He turned on the ignition as you were about to pass out, your eyes widened as your vision became hazy and he jumped out the car as your body slumped forward, your arm knocked the gear stick into reverse and the car rolled backwards down the hill. He smugly cackled that he got away with it and entered the town and headed for Enya's hotel.

The car began to gain speed as it rolled down the hill, your body still unconscious and the oncoming car swerved out of your way and at that moment you slumped to the left and your car rolled into a nearby mountain cave where it rolled to a stop. A few hours later you woke back up and you held your face, you were angry, you were upset and to top it all off you had an ability you didn't ask for all thanks to that blasted Hol Horse. You cried for a few minutes before wiping the tears and shook away every emotion you ever felt for that damn cowboy.

With a new goal in mind you drove back to the docks of India and held your head up high, it was time you seeked out the enemy that Dio mentioned and get revenge.

Once the boat arrived back in Egypt it took 3 days to drive to the Bombay Cottage, you only stopped for 20 mins each night to get a quick nap and onwards you drove, once you made it back you rushed to your bedroom, this is where you spent your nights inbetween seeing Hol Horse before spending a few days in torture. You saw the wall plastered with photographs of him and you tore each and everyone of them down, then out of the blue you had a vision you collapsed to the ground as one of the pictures dropped on the nightstand.

Ten minutes later you woke from your vision and you smiled, you saw that Hol Horse had what came to him, by Enya, but the bastard got away and the Joestar group was headed your way to the outskirts of Egypt. You left the room quickly and you slid down the bannister and grabbed your keys in the front door and locked up and rushed to your car and that's when you drove to the nearby town by the ocean.

***End of Flash back***

"Dio that bastard, how horrible can he be?" Avdol gritted his teeth on hearing the remainder of your tale.

"It was truly awful and when I heard Polnareff scream in pain, it was like my body reacted on its own." You looked down feeling ashamed.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Y/N, they are the ones that should pay for what they've done to you, how dare they hurt an innocent sweet young lady as yourself it's unforgivable." The Frenchman shook his head and held your hand.

You smiled at him but you gave you attention to Kakyion who looked up to you with sad eyes, he felt awful that you'd been forced to follow Dio and to make it worse you believed in Hol Horse. You placed your hands to his head and your stand activated

"No stop please don't" Kakyion saw your stand appear and he pleaded with his sad eyes.

"But i caused you to be hurt" You also said with a sad expression

Avdol placed his hand on your shoulder "Y/N I know you are still new to your stand but there is nothing to fear from us, don't rush his healing."

You nodded and you began to heal him slowly, the cut fading within a few minutes.

Kakyion was stunned by your incredible power and hugged you softly, he was so grateful and he was thankful you didn't collapse on him. Just then you grunted and held your head.

"Argh damn it..." You closed your eyes

"What's wrong?" the whole group asked at the same time

"When...Whenever I heal, I see visions, some repeat more than others" You fought back that horrible vision from playing again.

"What do you see?" Joseph was curious

Your eyes sprung open "It's too horrible to describe"

"Please if its about us we have a right to know" Joseph pleaded

"I can't, I'm sorry." You closed your eyes

"Please" He pleaded again

You shook your head and he ran up and gripped your shirt

"God damn it Y/N! We have the right to know!" Joseph became impatient,

Avdol pulled him off you and stood between you both.

"Mr Joestar I doubt being forceful will get any answers" he glared at his older friend

"I see, Dio, on a rooftop, strings, all around him, he laughs, he smirks." You describe the beginning of the vision but you stop yourself and you collapse in shock.

"Y/N!" Everyone screamed

After that moment Kakyion held you in his arms again and suggested to call it a night, the Stardust boys all took leave to their rooms and Kakyion once again placed you down into your bed, he didn't want to leave your side he held your hand and fell asleep on the chair.

***The next morning***

You woke up to the smell of pancakes, you opened your eyes and looked at the door and saw Kakyion sleeping on the chair, his hand in yours, you slowly moved your hand but that woke him up.

"Oh sorry" You had a faint blush on your face as you moved your hand quickly

"Ah good morning Y/N I didn't want to leave your side in case you woke up during the night" He smiled back at you noticing your blush but didn't say anything about it.

"OIIIIIII! Everyone come downstairs I have breakfast made!" Joseph banged a few pans at the bottom of the stairs to wake up the others. Avdol was already at the breakfast bar having a coffee and reading this morning's paper.

****End of part 1****

Part 2

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Abdul - Real

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

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Warning: This contains major spoilers for Part 3: Judgement chapters/episodes.

After landing on a seemingly deserted Island with everyone else and meeting with a very mysterious old man, Polnareff went out suddenly and disappeared by the end of the day.

You walked towards the beach where you all disembarked as the sun was setting, looking desperately for your lost French friend.

"Poooolll'! Polnareff?? J-P!!!" You called out, only to be greeted by silence and by the white sound of the waves gently hitting the shore. "Where the hell is he...?"

You kept walking and walking along the seemingly endless coast, searching worriedly until the sky slowly blackened.

You started to become scared that something might have happened to him, knowing how he was easily targetted by enemies and also pretty reckless. But before you could even keep these thoughts in mind, a deep raspy voice called out, startling you out of your mind.

"Ah Y/N, here you are! Finally." Joseph approached you as you were sitting tiredly on some rock. "Come back, you must be hungry."

He placed a reassuring hand on your back to usher you to your feet, but you looked up at him worriedly. "But... Polnareff-"

"Don't worry about him, he's a big boy." He dismissed with a big grin. "Now come, there's someone I need to show you."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but still got up and followed him. Someone? Was he talking about Mr. Abdul? But he made it clear he didn't want to have anything to do with any of you. So why?

With a lot of confusion from your end, Joseph lead you straight to where the old man lived. All of this really put you off, and you knew that Polnareff, wherever he was, felt the same as you.

You really wanted to find him and talk it out. You were friends after all, and you both were the most affected by the dreadful incident with Hol Horse and J.Geil.

Everything was so disorienting. Polnareff blamed himself for Abdul's death, and everyone knew how close you had gotten to the Egyptian, what you two felt for each other and how his death devastated you.

"You know Mr. Joestar... When we saw Muhammad's father earlier..." You started hesitantly as you looked down and the old man cut you off.

"Stop thinking Y/N, you're only hurting yourself. Here, wait for me and don't move, I'll be right back."

He left you at the clearance where you met with the old man living on the island. You looked around the silent space and the seemingly empty cabin.

Strange. Why did he leave you all alone? You at least expected to see Kakyoin and Jotaro, but no one was there.

Trusting Joseph, you did as you were told and waited. You waited the longest five minutes in your life and still no one showed up. What was he doing?

Tired of waiting, you decided to walk around and picked up some flowers from nearby bushes. You smiled to yourself as you observed their exotic designs and colors. They were beautiful and so much more different than what you used to see in your home country.

Completely enamored by the flowers, you didn't even notice the bulky presence that stealthily sneaked behind you.

"...You're still sensitive to the beauties of nature, I see."

You jumped and flinched at the sudden sound of a strong and deep voice so close to your ear. That voice... No way.

In sheer disbelief, you slowly turned around, eyes wide as saucers, you basically expected to see a ghost behind you.

You pivoted entirely, only for your eyes to meet with a strong chest. Red. Such a pleasing and passionate color, but you weren't sure if this was real or if your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Your eyes travelled up to meet unique gold jewels, then up again to see beautiful deep chocolate skin. The higher you looked, the harder your heart was pounding in your chest.

Your now watery eyes stopped on the most mesmerizing shade of honey orbs you've ever seen.

You bit your lip and your breath hitched as the handsome man smiled down at you and your heart skipped so many beats you thought you were about to have a sheer heart attack.

"Muhammad..." You breathed before letting out a choked sob and his eyes softened on you.

"Yes I am."

You gasped, bringing your shaky hand to cover your equally shaky lips at the sweet sound of his voice. Maybe one of the flowers you picked released some sort of hallucinogenic spores that made you see and hear things.

"I must be crazy," you laughed through small distressed sobs as your voice cracked. "To see you here so clearly..."

"You don't think I'm real?" He spoke almost sultrily while eyeing your small form under the moonlight. You were even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.

He huffed quietly at your silence and noticed how hard you tried to not burst into tears. He leaned down to your level and held you chin delicately in his huge hand as he lifted your face up.

He closed the already short distance between you and met your lips in a chaste but longing kiss as he ran his other hand up and down your arm tenderly, his warm touch giving you goosebumps.

You couldn't control the whimper that left your mouth as you threw the flowers away and clutched onto him like a lifeline, wrapping your now free arm around his neck and sealing your lips more firmly against his still shy, undaring ones.

Oh how you longed for those delicious full lips of his. How amazing his strong arms felt, snaked protectively around your waist and back in a cottony soft hold, the same way you would hold a fragile crystal sculpture.

His radiating warmth was so comforting in the early night breeze, it made you feel safe and loved. It felt as if the threat of enemy Stand users and Dio's curse didn't exist anymore.

You squeezed him tighter against you and caressed his face and neck desperately as you drowned yourself in his delicious scent. He smelled of Arabian musk and some kind of sweet spice, you could never quite put your finger on it, but it sure sent you reeling and made you reach heaven.

As you reluctantly separated to catch the glimpse of a breath, something in him seemed to snap and he caught your lips right back in a much hungrier kiss, his usual modest behavior completely thrown to the side.

He grunted and gripped onto you as if the realization of much it must have hurt you to think that he was gone forever hit him and that he wanted to apologize,( make it up to you) and show you that he was here and not planning on going anywhere.

Oh if he knew how good your curves felt against him, he would have never left you in the first place. His gentlemanly demeanor now long forgotten, he ran his calloused hands up and down your body and he relished in the softness you offered him. You were his. Entirely. God, he could never voice how much he missed you.

When you let out a muffled moan and tapped gently on his shoulder, letting him know it was finally time to let you go and take a well deserved breath.

He reluctantly separated from you and looked at your flushed face, your eyes still closed from the overwhelming intensity of the kiss.

"Did that feel real enough?" He smirked and panted slightly while pushing some hairs out of your face.

"Haah I-... I aah... I thought... Haa..." You tried to voice out, breatheless and with heavy tears streaming down your cheeks.

He shushed you and wiped your wet cheeks with his thumb. "I know. I'm sorry you had to live this..."

"Oh my God...Please don't let this be a dream..." You prayed as you nuzzled your face against his neck and he chuckled lightly. "H-how...?! Pol' said you got shot and-"

"I'll explain." He laid a hand over your head and caressed your hair gently. "But for now, please let me just... Look at you."

You leaned back to face him again and he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking in your sweet scent before he leaned away only inches to take a good look at you.

He scanned your glossy eyes, your flushed cheeks and nose and your now puffy and darkened lips. A true piece of artwork in his eyes.

"God..." He sighed, "Ya hobi... Ya omri..." He spoke quietly and his deep breathy voice whispering sweet nothings in arabic sent tingles vibrating through your spine and made your legs feel like jello.

You blushed a warm shade of red as you craved to hear more from this beautiful man and his beautiful language.

"Mohammad... When you were gone..." You glided your hands to his face and held him carefully, making sure the warmth of his skin was no illusion. "I was so lost... When Kakyoin told me y-you were... I-"

You squeezed your eyes shut to prevent more tears from falling, which deliberately failed and you sobbed again, reliving the mourning you had to experience as bright as day. He rubbed your waist reassuringly and laid his other hand to the back of your head, gently burying your face in his chest, regret tearing at his heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I hurt you. I wanted you to know the truth, but we had to keep it down so Dio wouldn't target me... Or you."

You relaxed in his arms and hoped he wouldn't even loosen his hold on you. It felt so good to be with him again. He was alive. And well. You were so grateful, you wanted nothing but to protect him and stay by his side.

"Mr. Joestar told me everything. You kept your head up and fought restlessly, standing up to the enemy." He smiled and let out a soft chuckle, pride dripping from his voice. "My girl is so strong."

You smiled at his endearing tone. "I just... I figured you wouldn't have liked me bringing the others down, so I kept fighting... For you... So that your death was meaningful."

His heart ached at your words and he couldn't help but squeeze you tighter against him. How in hell did he find himself such an amazing, brave woman?

He leaned down and landed a soft peck on the top of your head, lingering there before whispering.

"Habibti... I'll never let you go again."

You both heard a soft sniffle accompagnied by an overly exaggerated shushing sound before it was followed by a characteristic 'yare yare daze', but as you turned to the direction of the noises, you saw the bushes and leaves rustle hastily.

You two laughed at your friends goofiness. "Let's go see them. Shall we?" He let go and took your hand, warming it up with his much bigger one.

"Did I hear one of them crying? Or is it just me?"

"Kakyoin."

"Oh."

After that, you couldn't seem to be able to take your hands off of him. Always wrapping your arms around his torso or hugging his arm. So much that either Kakyoin or Jotaro had to snatch you away from the man to let him have some privacy.

Bonus:

When Polnareff came back to you all to 'break the news' of Abdul's return, he seemed to have fallen from grace when no one even batted an eye.

Of course everyone except him were aware, and the poor man was left looking like a depressed idiot.

"Don't cry, Polnareff, sorry, it wasn't meant to be a bad joke..." Kakyoin tried to calm his weeping friend down, feeling bad.

"But...but..." He turned to glare at you. "Were- WERE YOU PRETENDING TO CRY AND BE DEPRESSED FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS Y/N??!!"

You gasped at the assumption. "I-... I DIDN'T PRETEND!!! I was legitimately mourning! I only learned the truth hours ago!!! I was shocked too!" You defended and Polnareff noticed the men not quite looking at your direction.

"Yeah... About that... Sorry again Y/N..." Kakyoin looked down and subconsciously laid a hand on his swollen left cheek.

"We'll know better than to lie to Y/N next time." Joseph sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh well, we deserved it..."

"Huh...? Why? What the hell happened?" Polnareff asked with confusion and your daggers of eyes dissuaded him from asking you.

"Let's say..." Abdul started a bit amused, "The whole 'Let's pretend I'm dead' thing didn't go through Y/N very well and uh..." He discretely made a fist gesture towards his face and Polnareff's eyes widened in shock.

"D-did... YOU PUNCHED JOTARO TOO?!"

"Yare yare daze..." Said male tipped down his hat and walked off, mumbling "That's not a woman, that's a monster."

"I HEARD YOU JOJO!"

I'm in such an Abdul mood omg this man is so underrated it's unfair. He's smart, powerful, hot (litterally and figuratively) and his laugh is babey 🤤.

*markiplier voice* HE'S SO CHARMING! OH SO HANDSOME!!

Also: - Habibti: My darling - Hobi: My love - Ya omri: my life, but you usually say it when you see something incredibly cute lol it's my favourite thing to say or hear.

Hope you liked this one!

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Hold Onto Your Hat, Cowboy

Around 10 000 words. Make a cup of something, get a nice blanket or fan, and sit your butt down for some Himbo Goodness.

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With the midday sun beaming down on you, you can’t help but wear something on your head and eyes. You look like a shady dealer of some sort, walking in the shadows and shade of the streets. You can’t find the bar where the boys decided to meet, even though they said it was right across from the motel. As you search, you stop at the stalls and small stores of the town, just visiting around.

Checking your watch, you see that it’s past the time you’ve agreed to meet the gang, almost a quarter after 7. You curse yourself for getting carried away browsing the town’s shops. Hopefully, a new bracelet or ring will suffice for an apology to each of them. You walk around a bit more to try to find the bar. The bright sun has dimmed down a significant amount, to where you don’t need your sunglasses to make out signs and faces.

Finally, you find the bar. Illuminated by string lights and covered with interesting decorations, you walk into the building. You don’t immediately sit at the table they’re at, but go to the barkeep for a drink. They won’t miss you for just a few more minutes.

The tall stool feels like heaven to your tired feet. Setting your small satchel down on the bar top, you peel off your hood to reveal your face. The fans blast air into your face, your scalp and skin reveling in the way the breeze makes you feel cooler. You feel eyes staring at you, burning into your head. Looking over, you can see a buff looking man in a cowboy-like hat. His tunic is strange, too, unlike any shirt you’ve seen worn in the area. He must be a foreigner.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Why, yes you can, baby. Yer all alone, and I’d hate to leave someone as pretty as you by yerself.” He has a somewhat charming smile on his face, trying to make you pay more attention to him. To impress you, he leans his arm on the bar and flexes, making sure to seem as natural as possible. You show no signs of being impressed, just a polite smile.

“Well, I’m not alone. Some of my friends are here with me.” You point behind you to your friends. He doesn’t exactly get the message as he assumes you’re accompanied by two women who are dressed like you. He sees the group he’s supposed to be following behind them. What could happen in a few moments without stalking them? Especially with a lovely thing like you as a distraction.

“Would ya mind me buying you a drink then? Anything for a beautiful woman,” he compliments.

“Hmmm… I’ll take you up on your offer, cowboy,” you say. You’re still suspicious of him, making a note to make sure he doesn’t tamper with your beverage. “Make it a whiskey on the rocks.”

“So ya like ‘em strong, huh?” he asks while getting the barkeep’s attention to order your drink.

“I’m a big girl,” you inform him.

As he orders, you look behind you to see if your friends are still there. You notice Joseph trying to wave you over. Interestingly enough, he seems impatient about it. His motions are obvious to any onlooker, as his exaggerated movements make him appear to be swatting insects quite feverishly.

“Excuse me, sir. My friend needs me at the moment. I’ll be right back!”

“No problem, baby. I’ll watch yer seat for ya.” He winks at you and you hesitantly smile back.

Walking to the table, you make sure the peculiar yet oddly charming man isn’t tampering with your drink. You didn’t need ‘being drugged’ added to your list of awful experiences during the adventure. The older man finally stops his swatting and waving to talk to you.

“Who’s that fellow over there?” he whispers. Taking a hint from his voice level, you follow along.

“I have no idea. He offered to get me a drink, so I’m just being nice for the free alcohol. Why? Is he one of Dio’s henchmen or something?” you ask, still watching over your just poured drink.

The broad man takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a drag before drinking out of his glass. He downs it in one gulp.

It’s Avdol’s turn to warn you about the odd cowboy.

“We have suspicions that he’s been sent by Dio to track us. While you were gone, he seemed to be near every place that we were, constantly.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you pick up on what exactly happened when you were gone. Your mind churns to come with an idea to get information out of the man. As soon as a feasible plan comes into grasp, you make it known to the group and hightail it to the bar as to not seem like you plan on ditching him. Before you can leave, you’re stopped after a few steps.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? This seems dangerous, and we don’t even know if this man is actually one of Dio’s henchmen. One of us can follow after you,” Kakyoin suggests.

“She’s a grown woman. Just let her go,” Jotaro insists. The man doesn’t look to be much of a threat.

You thank him for concern, but you know none of them would be able to help you out. Besides, your Stand was certainly able to handle whatever the man could throw at you. There’s no other choice other than to take this man head-on.

As you settle back in your seat, you can make out the ice that has slightly melted since you were gone. Unfortunately, your drink is watered down but still bearable. The sting in your throat and chest were enough to distract you from the slight water taste. You feel a bit more comfortable talking to the flirty man after having alcohol in your system.

“So, you never told me your name. Should I call you “stranger” for the rest of the night?” you ask, purposely fluffing your hair back to seem like you care about how you appear to him.

“I suppose I could let you know, but ya better make good on your sayin’ you’ll be with me the entire night,” he states, tapping off his cigarette’s ashes into a tray. Looking your way, meeting your eyes, he takes a drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke into a heart shape. How he did it, you didn’t know. The Crusaders look at each other in disgust at what’s taking place. Silently, they commend you for taking one for the team. For Holy.

You giggle. “Well, if you’ll let me. A big, strong man like you probably has a line up of pretty women just waiting for their turn.” You look away, pretending to be upset. Your hand meets your cheek and your lips pout.

Calloused fingers push your chin up to make you face him. Looking through your eyelashes, you see his cigarette is in the corner of his mouth as he grins at you.

“Sweetheart, Hol Horse always has time for a gal like you,” he winks.

“Oh, stop it. You’re making me blush. There’s no way you could ever find me attractive. I’m just a simple, plain girl.”

“Nah, none’a that now. A fine lady like yerself should know how beautiful you are,” he says as he points at you. You can’t believe how polite he is. For someone under Dio’s command, he doesn’t seem too bad of a guy. Unless he’s just trying to get into your pants.

“You know, I don’t do this too often, but would you… I dunno, maybe wanna…” you trail off to try to sound coy, wringing your hands. You knew he would be easy to persuade but just in case. Your clothes won’t allow you to do anything suggestive, so you have to rely on something else. A finger tracing your lips, a subtle nudge of the foot against his leg, a come hither gleam in your eyes. He’d be a fool not to pick up on the signs.

“Wh-What is it, baby?” You have his full attention.

“Oh, I’m just making a fool of myself. It was silly of me to think you’d wanna go somewhere more private.”

Hol grabs your hands with his calloused ones. His face seems quite serious.

“Darlin’, don’t tease a man like this. I don’t think ya know just how much I’ve been holdin’ back from askin’ ya the same thing,” he confesses. “Didn’t wanna seem desperate to get to know ya more.”

“Mr. Horse, it’d be my pleasure if you’d join me at my room tonight,” you whisper close to him.

The whole time you flirted with him, you had been inching closer and closer. So had he. At this point, you two are just a few inches from each other’s presence. You can smell the smoke on him, even after he’s put out his cig. His musky scent is accompanied by an earthy smell. He smells like man. Not that you really mind. Blue eyes and blonde hair with a side of stupid. Exactly how you like them.

“Lead the way, baby. I’ll follow you wherever ya like.”

As you get up out of the seat and smooth out your clothes, Hol pays for the drinks by setting a few bills on the bar. You make eye contact with the Crusaders and nod. Everything was under control so far.

“My motel room isn’t too far away. We don’t need a cab.”

Hol follows your lead. Trekking up the stairs and down the halls, you finally find your small room. Thank goodness you got a separate room this time. You didn’t want to have to explain why you had men’s underwear on your floor or men’s cologne in the air.

Unlocking the door is quick, and so is slipping inside. Right as he steps in, you shove him onto your newly made bed. His audible response makes you laugh. You rid your outer garment that guarded your body against the sun. You can feel his eyes on you as you strip. Smiling, you inform him that he can make himself comfortable as you visit the bathroom.

The bathroom pauses your act. Or could you even call it an act now? You’re enjoying yourself now. It has been a while since you’ve gotten a little love from another touch. Maybe you can enjoy Hol’s presence and also get some information out of him. Grinning, you look at yourself in the small mirror provided on the wall. You make sure your appearance is okay. Breath, hair, smell? You have everything covered. Looking underneath your clothes, you make sure you’re ready to have a little fun.

Hol also makes sure he’s ready to romp around with you while you’re in the other room. He knows he should be watching those five, but Dio would just have to wait. There’s no way he’s missing out on this. Looking around the room, he sees your suitcase and toiletry bag. Does he dare sneak? Hol takes another look towards the bathroom door and decides he has enough time.

Carefully, he opens up the unzipped flap and examines what you’ve brought. In neat rows, he sees shirts and pants folded up into small squares. Nothing juicy. Searching a bit more seems dangerous, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take. He unzips a small compartment on the side of the case with no results. Just some socks. Huffing, he tries another. Again, just some underwear. Boring and plain.

He’s interrupted by the bathroom door opening. You appear, face morphing into confusion. He looks like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, naughty boy?”

He laughs nervously while trying to explain himself coherently. After many stutters and random filler noises, you stop him.

“If you wanted to see my underwear, all you have to do is ask,” you state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Still nervous and shaken up from getting caught, his confident self seems to be a bit embarrassed. Were you serious?

“Umm- heh. C-Could I perhaps see your, uh, underwear, baby?” He sounds unsure of what you’ll say. His hand reaches behind his neck while he stands there, hand still holding onto some white panties. He throws them to the side when he realizes this, and you chuckle at his antics.

“I don’t think you really deserve it now. Do you?” Your eyebrows lift, challenging him to say otherwise.

Slowly walking towards him, you grab the underwear out of his hands. Hands run up his solid chest to his shirt collar. He’s pulled down to your height in one tug.

“Baby, I’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” he says breathlessly. You’ve got him hooked and haven’t even given him a taste. Your smile is a bit more sinister than before. Hol doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.

Fingernails scratching his neck lightly, you purr in his ears which in turn makes him shiver. The quiet room makes your words amplify. His face runs hot as you hold his cheeks. Holding his breath, he waits for your response. You bring his mouth close to yours and warn him.

“I hope you’re ready to work for it.”

Speechless, Hol is tossed back onto the bed. You waste no time pushing him against the headboard and straddling him. His hands find your hips and grip hard, most likely leaving bruises for tomorrow. You don’t mind. He’s surprised as you grab his neck and pull him up, breathing heavily from being tossed around. Noses meet and you smile again, this time in a more playful manner. Gentle kisses are placed on his neck and jaw, licks peppered in between sucking. Hol’s groans make you hum in satisfaction, happy that you’re making him feel like this. You’re too absorbed into marking him up as yours to notice that he’s reached up your shirt until you feel rough fingers tickling your sides. Immediately, your hands push him away.

“Did I say you could do that?” you ask as you trace your fingertips across his chest and arms.

Feathery touches of your lips on his ears make him gasp and grip the sheets of the bed. The blood in his body has left to one central point, but his body is still sensitive to your touch. Extremely sensitive. He’s never felt like this before, even with his level of experience. Every touch has lit a fire underneath his skin, flames spreading slowly as your fingers and lips mark every inch of exposed skin. Was this just the effect of being with you? Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment.

Little does Hol know, your Stand is the culprit behind the intense feelings. If your body fluids touch his body, his nerves’ and cells' reactions to any stimulant would increase. If you were to hit him now, the pain would feel a 100th more painful than it actually is. As long as you make sure to leave some type of fluid on him at all times, his body will be high off your Stand.

He’s starting to feel the scratch of the cloth of his shirt and pants. His brain tells him to take it off immediately, the burning starting to get hotter. You smirk at his sudden need to strip.

“Be a gentleman and give me a show, won’t you?” you ask him, aware that he’s desperate to get the fabric off his body, but not to the point where he’ll do absolutely anything to disrobe.

“O-Of course. Anythin’ fer- AAH!” He’s cut off by your nails scraping up his abs and obliques. “Anything fer you, sweetheart.” Practically panting by now, he struggles to keep his cool and strips slowly, one article at a time.

“That’s a good boy,” you praise him, helping him by taking his hat and placing it on your head. The moan that leaves him is a mixture from the sting from the friction of skin and cloth and the approval from you.

You sit back on his shins and watch him scoot up the headboard. First his shirt. His face contorts into a pained grimace, hands grabbing for his shirt hem to pull up and over his head. He can’t handle the sensitivity of his skin making contact with the shirt and keeps losing grasp of the thick fabric. You grin at his little misfortune but stay put, wanting to see how long he can keep going before caving in to ask for assistance. A noticeable bulge displays itself in his pants. You control yourself before you try to paw at it, but your mouth still salivates a bit just looking at it.

His hands take their time in lifting the shirt up. As they rise up, you get a better view to gawk at his bulky muscles and body hair. Dirty blonde hair dusted his chest and stomach, as well as freckles. Not too much, not too little. You lean forward and tug on a small patch, which makes him gasp for air. Assuming it’s real pain, you smooth out the hair and massage the area. His pained expression changes into one of relief. You take the shirt out of his hands and toss it behind you with the hat.

By now, he’s realized you won’t give him a chance to show his dominance. But he’s fine with being thrown about for a night. All the ladies he’s been with before assumed he was in charge when it came to the dirty act, or they were too shy to try to take control. You’re different. He trusts you enough to let you push and pull him around wherever you want. He’d never see you after this, so what’s wrong with taking a chance for just one night? A gentleman does what he can to please his lady. If that be taking every single slap or bite, so be it.

“P-Please, help me. These clothes is just- ah, burnin’ me up.”

Fingers play with his body hair a little longer before you respond with a smile. His incoherent speech is a sign he’s close to the full experience, but that just might be his way of speaking.

“I suppose I can help you out, just this once. But you’ll have to do something for me in return. Is that something you can handle?” Your head tilts in curiosity. Hopefully, he’s close to the point of no return, where his body can’t handle anything other than a light puff of air on his skin.

“Ahhh… promise. Wh-Whatever ya want, I’ll do it. Just get me outta these things,” Hol begs.

Sliding his pants down, you can see he’s wearing a pair of boxer-briefs. You can also see what is underneath them.

‘Just wait a little longer,’ you remind yourself.

Hol moans as your nails press into his thick thighs when you push down his pants to his knees. You move to the left side of him and pull down the garment farther, finally off his body. Both you and he are happy to have nothing on his body, except for the pair of underwear. Tossing his pants to the side, you take a glance at his face. Eyes are glazed over with tears and lust, face blushed. You can’t wait to see his face after his fifth orgasm, hoping for drool and nothing behind his eyes but lust. You’re going to milk him for all he’s worth.

Hol doesn’t understand the sudden giggle from you as you stare at him. ‘Did I do something funny? What- Oooohhh fuuuuuck that feels gooood.’

Gentle touches on the tip of his cock through his underwear make him grip the sheets around him. A single stroke of your finger makes him shake profusely. That’s what he’s been yearning for from the beginning of your teasing. Oh, it feels like heaven with the current use of your Stand. He doesn’t understand why he’s shaking, but he knows he doesn’t want it to stop.

“P-p-please… d-don’t stoooooop,” he slurs.

He has to stop himself from not lolling his tongue out as he begs. But it’s your personal goal to make him feel like he has no self-control over his body. You’re going to pleasure him to the point of no return, to where he physically can‘t see or feel anything but pure pleasure. He’s never felt like this before. He feels close to coming already.

“Remember, you still owe me a favour,” you remind him. His sluggish nods speed up as he realizes what you’re saying. “I need you to tell me when you’re going to come, all right? Be a good boy. Can you do that for me?” you ask him. You know he won’t be able to handle much, but you really want to push him to his limit. Would it really be that terrible of you to make him explode, just once?

“Y-yeah, can do,” he responds.

He’s unsure if he can hold his release back until you tell him otherwise. The feeling of your gentle caresses on his dick makes his body go crazy. Hol doesn’t know how many more strokes it will take before actually blowing up. His balls feel full, stuffed, his dick red and almost sore. You take your hand and cup it, stroking along the the cock’s underside and pushing it against his abs. The wet fabric on top also moves.

“I’m gonna-”

Hol is cut off by you kissing him. You straddle his lap again, making sure to press down with your hips into his.

“Don’t you dare.”

Gasps and moans make their way into your grinning mouth. He’s still being good for you, as his hands haven’t left the sheets still. He wants- no needs to touch you, but he’s scared you’ll move or tie him up. He feels an oncoming orgasm, and you pushing yourself closer to his clothed member and harder into the kiss isn’t helping his case. Your combined sounds fill the room. The moonlight and lamplight illuminate your features, making you look like an angel when you pull away. He can’t believe you’re real. You peck his open mouth once more before stroking his chest.

His nipples are sensitive, you already know that. What you don’t know is how much you can press and pull and suck on them before he’s coming through his thin underwear. Licking and sucking them, one after another, his nipples are swollen and puffy. Hol watches the top of your head in disbelief. He’s never been this taken care of during foreplay. Your tongue keeps flicking around his nipples and alternates between licking fat stripes on and swirling around the nubs. You build up and add your saliva to his skin to make stimulation stronger. As you pull away from his chest, the saliva moves with your mouth. You lick around your lips and the strings break off. Hol finds this scene too much for his overstimulated mind to handle and moans in response.

You can’t seem to take your eyes off his precum slicked cock. His cheeks are a little flushed as you rub your pointer finger against the tip. As you pull away from it, a little string of pre follows. The loud sounds come from him to let you know that he’s sensitive and ready. A smile appears on your face.

“You don’t mind if I have a taste, do you?” you ask innocently like you don’t know what kind of effect you have on him already. Of course, you know how he’s feeling. Desperate and needy for just about anything you’re willing to give him. His face flushes a deeper red, his freckles standing out.

“Everything I got, you can have.” If you put that precum covered finger in your mouth, he swears he’ll blow his load right then and there. “Just let me see ya do it, baby. Please.”

“Of course, Hol.” You smile at how he moans from just hearing his name come out of your mouth..

Your finger swipes the precum on your tongue and you lean in to show him. He looks like he’s about to cry out of pleasure from just seeing the erotic scene of his essence in your mouth. You’ll never know what exactly makes men want to cream themselves from seeing that. His eyes widen as you lean in even further, your tongue stroking his slightly chapped lips. His body takes this as a sign to open his mouth, unconsciously doing so. He’s never tasted himself like this, but it’s a pleasant experience. Sharing his own pre is kind of hot, in his opinion. The taste isn’t so hot.

As you share precum and an open mouth kiss, Hol starts to stick his own tongue out. Saliva swapping has never been so erotic in his life. Your body is like an aphrodisiac, an oasis in the middle of the hot desert. He needs more. He feels your fingers stroking and petting his chest, and in turn, his nipples. They’re solid and stiff, sensitive to the touch. He can’t hold in his moans that are caused by your touch. Your sucking on his tongue makes him feel even more sensitive. The more saliva you’re feeding him, the more he can feel everything you’re doing to him on a molecular level. He can’t complain, as you have his tongue in your mouth. Even if you didn’t, he wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.

Hol knows he should feel embarrassed by what’s taking place, but his body won’t let him resist one bit. His pride hasn’t been destroyed, it’s his self-control. There’s no way in hell he could ever let you leave now.

The strokes on his chest turn into pinches, with each touch excruciatingly painful and the aftermath tingly. Your mouth pulls away from his, unfortunately. You gently blow on his chest, his nipples somehow getting perkier and stiffer than you could have imagined. The burly man that sits beneath you whines loudly while his tongue struggles to be put back into his mouth. His hands drunkenly reach out to grab yours as you move to his chest.

“Be a good boy and keep your hands on the rail for me,” you instruct. Slowly and reluctantly, he grips the metal pole behind him with a whine.

Never before has Hol Horse followed directions so eagerly.

Lips take their time sucking hard on his neck, behind his ears, and collarbone. Your tongue flickers out occasionally to trace the purple marks forming as you make your way down. His whole neck and shoulders are covered in purple, shiny bruises. You smile and stroke his chest with your fingers, adding the slightest scratch just to hear his loud noises again. The press of his dick against his boxer-briefs makes him cry out in frustration. His eyes haven’t left your body since you parted ways with his tongue and lips. He misses your constant touch, and more importantly, your saliva oddly enough. Hol can’t place his finger on why he craves your bodily fluids incessantly, but his brain is hazed over with lust that he doesn’t dwell on it.

Your lips end up with his stiff right nipple in between them. The little moans that come from your wet tongue stroking and circling it make you smile with sadistic glee. He can’t see your face because of his closed eyes. Because of the pleasure, he’s retired all of his senses besides touch. His body can’t be bothered to comprehend any other stimuli that aren’t your fluttering fingers and the suckle of your lips on his teets. Sudden bites on his pecs and hard nubs make his pain rise, but his pleasure outweighs the pain via your immediate kisses and licks on the areas. He doesn’t know how much he can take at this point. Hol is worried he might just blow his load by chest stimulation alone. If you were to touch his throbbing dick with the lightest poke, he’d explode. His mouth is unable to warn you of his inevitable outcome, but you glean from his shaking legs and ongoing moans that he’s close.

Your legs move to the left side of him on the bed. His eyes open and watch you move, everything in slow motion. The bed dips as you slip off the covers. Looking back at him from the front of the bed, you warn him.

“If I see those hands move, I’ll have to add 3 more orgasms to your punishment.”

Hol would love that. The lack of release is showing on his blue underwear, precum making the fabric wet and slick and shiny. What he wouldn’t do for many, many releases. That’s what he thinks at least. His hands still grip the metal pole to satisfy you. You smile at his obedience. If he keeps this up, you might have to keep him around for the rest of the trip.

Pushing your pants down, your smooth skin and lace panties are put on display for him. He groans at the sight, and the sound makes you look at him from over your shoulder. Your bedroom eyes draw his attention from your bottom. There’s no possible way you could be this seductive. How were you single?

Hair in your face, lips plump from making out and sucking, cheeks flush from the many erotic touches you’ve given him; he can’t take it. Whines fall out of his mouth, as he’s unable to warn you of what’s about to happen.

“Ah- I’m about to-” he’s cut off by you.

“5 orgasms if you come. I’d suggest not doing it.”

Your stripping continues without looking at him as he struggles to keep it all in. His cock looks like a fountain by now. The semi-white, thick fluid runs out of his tip uncontrollably. A pained expression tells you he’s trying his hardest. You pull your shirt off and throw it in the corner where his clothes are. What you’re left in is a lacy black bra and panty set. Simple yet seductive. It seems to please Hol well enough, as he groans in what sounds like pain at the sight of you. You can’t possibly expect him not to come now.

You crawl up his legs and stop at his crotch. Your head is level with his cock now. The look you give him is pure sin as you seize him and feel his throbbing through the thin fabric. He takes a deep breath in. Your hand’s wet from the pre that’s leaked out, but that doesn’t faze you. One hand strokes his member through the underwear and the other latches onto his plump testes. You can just feel the cum that’s begging to be released.

Fondling his balls makes Hol moan in anguish. Your touch is firey and scorches his skin. His resolve is slipping as your hands tighten around both his balls and cock. This time he will definitely come, he thinks. He doesn’t care what type of punishment he’ll face, his brain and body are forcing him to release now.

A thick, white liquid squirts out through the fabric, pouring out onto your hand. You smirk at how he yells and moans while his dick throbs and twitches harder than ever before. His legs are shaking and his hands are about to snap the metal in half. You can’t force your eyes to look away from the disappointing scene in your hands. His cum has made its way up to your arms and his torso. Chest and stomach hair mix with semen to create a sticky sheen. He slowly and tiredly peers up at you through his lashes, sweat covering his forehead and temples. Your saliva is still there from the start of the decent. His eyes meet your disappointed ones.

‘It was worth it,’ he tries to convince himself.

You take your hand that’s covered in cum and lick off the fluids. He breathes in quickly. Hie wishes you were doing that to his cock. He needs your constant touch on his skin.

‘Oh yes, this was worth it.’

“You bad, bad boy. What should I do with a misbehaved boy like you? Any suggestions?”

You pretend to let him give you ideas. You’ve had this punishment in mind since the beginning.

He nervously chuckles. “How a-about you let me off with a warnin’? Swear I was tryin’ to hold it in.”

“Wish it were that easy. But now your punishment is worse than before,” you inform him as you play with the wet chest hair and happy trail, licking off your fingers as you go. “You’re going to wish you had waited.”

You direct him to lay down all the way. His head rests on the pillow as you crawl on your knees to straddle his head. His body is vibrating from the excitement of tasting you. He’s been craving this for so long. His tongue sticks out as you stick your fingers in his mouth, swirling to get them wet.

“Tell me what you want and I might just allow it before your penalty.”

“Please. Just a little taste- wait. I don’t know your- mmmmpppphhh!” Hol is cut short by your setting your covered wet core on his face.

The huge whiff he takes is fresh air to his senses. He feels at peace. His hands are still on the headboard’s bar. He hasn’t disobeyed completely, but he wants to feel your delicate skin. To have his hands imprint red and purple on your ass and thighs, to manually force your hips and pussy to gyrate on his face, that’s all he could ask for.

Hol’s tongue sticks out to press into the thin gusset of your panties and tastes the musky essence that has spread through the lace. He can’t get enough of the smell. His head presses closer and closer to your soaked panties, but you pull away each time he moves. You laugh as his head falls back to the pillow in frustration.

“I don’t think a name is needed if you just call me Mistress. Can my bad boy do that correctly?” you ask. Your nails scrape his scalp and he moans. Hol obviously needs to taste you again for the effect to be stronger, and you’re more than willing to let him. Your hand grips his hair as you await an answer, making him whine in pain. “Answer me, slut.”

“Y-yes! Yes, M-Mistress. I can do that. Anythin’ fer you.” He loves the name you give him.

Hands pet his hair. Exactly what you want to hear.

“Tell me what you need, Hol.”

“I-I need your p-pussy on my face. I wanna taste ya, smell yer cunt and lick it like it’s ma last meal. Use me, Mistress. I just want to please you. I need yer touch, can’t live without it,” he confesses, breathless and sweaty.

You smile at his word throw up. You’re enjoying this far too much, but this is the most fun you’ve had in a while. The desert isn’t exactly the prime location for finding lovers. Your little slut is exactly what you need to release your frustration and quench your thirst.

“Good boy.”

Your panties are wet but become wetter as Hol’s mouth, lips, and tongue work them to get to your core. His tongue traces your clit, feeling the pulse of it as he swirls around the nub. With your hands still locked into his hair, you hold his head in place as you grind. His nose is pressed into your clothed clit as his tongue presses against the covered opening and lips of your cunt. He can’t get enough of the taste, wanting, needing the underwear out of the way to be fully connected with you. His moans and attempts to tell you what he needs are muffled. The vibrations feel like heaven on your pussy.

“What could it possibly be now? I’ve let you come, and now it’s my turn. A gentleman would have let me come first, but it seems you’re just an inexperienced slut with how you blew your load so quickly.” Your words sting. He wants to protest, but his body won’t let him. He’s a good boy. An obedient slut. With your pussy on his mouth, he finds it difficult to speak. You move away from him as he groans at the loss.

“Need yer panties gone, Mistress. I can’t taste you good enough,” he pleads.

“My little boy wants more? Hmm?”

“Ah, y-yes please, Mistress. I need yer cunt. I promise I’m a good boy. I’ll lick ya real good. I’ll make you come as many times as you like.” He begs loudly with no thought of lowering his voice. He can’t even think about his own pleasure anymore. “I wanna be yer good boy, yer good slut.”

You hook your thumbs on the sides, shimmying the lacy thing down to your thighs and coming out of them. You don’t dispose of them right then; instead, putting them to his nose and mouth. He sniffs them and closes his eyes in pleasure. No words can describe how delectable you smell.

“You’re such a dirty boy, you know that? Sniffing and panting into my slicked up panties. It just gets you so worked up, huh slut?” You smirk at his nodding head, underwear still sitting on his face.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m a dirty boy. Yer dirty boy. Ain’t this horny fer nobody else. I love yer cunt.”

“Oh you do? You haven’t even tasted it yet,” you reply haughtily.

You push the panties closer to his nose as he takes a deep breath before speaking. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

“Don’t need ta. L-Love everythin’ about ya.”

“You really do want a taste. All right. Get ready, needy slut.”

His mouth eagerly meets your wet slit. His tongue pokes out to stroke your folds in heated passion. Your moans and grip on his hair fuel his movements further. He revels in the way you gasp when he sucks and nibbles on your clit, or when you roll your hips into his face as he tongue fucks you every so often. Your pussy seems to draw his tongue in deeper, making him moan. With the underwear on his face, he can’t see what you look like in this position exactly, making him more than a little frustrated. His groans express his dissatisfaction with the view, but he moans at the taste and scent of you without the panties in the way. Looking behind you, you’re satisfied with the effect you have on him and his cock. His hips thrust into nothing, cock and balls bouncing in tandem.

As he works on your cunt and clit, you get closer and closer to coming undone. The vibrations on your clit make you moan and shake. You pet his hair as you feel your orgasm coming to you in a wave of intense pleasure. Your instinct is to press closer to the thing making you come, Hol being forced to swallow everything you give him, not that he’s complaining. He sucks and licks even more than before. His hands want to move to make you grind down harder into his face. He needs you as close as possible.

“O-Oh fuck! Y-Yes, that’s a good slut. Mmmm you’re so needy for my sopping wet pussy. Don’t miss a drop.”

Your orgasm tastes even better than your saliva if that’s even possible. Even though it was you who came, his body feels white hot from the experience. He can’t feel his mouth anymore, or his tongue. Your cunt’s fluid tastes amazing, especially after your complete release. He wants more, coaxing another orgasm by flicking your clit incessantly right after you had just come. He needs more.

“I-If you keep- oh yeeeeesssss…” you trail off from the pure pleasure he’s giving you. “Keep that up. I might be more lenient on you.”

“Yeth, Mithwess,” Hol mumbles against you.

You grind your pussy against his face even harder, pressing his head in between your thighs more than he thought possible. He wants- no needs to get closer to you. Your body shakes stronger than before, making Hol happy to his surprise. He needs to please you until you’re satisfied. He needs to be called “good boy.” His tongue strokes are faster and more forceful. He tries to stimulate your clitoris as much as possible while licking your slit. He’s desperate for your cum. He needs you to come on his face. Now.

You scream out in pleasure as your cunt pulsates and squirts. Your juices cover his face and the panties. White is all you can see. Your hands grab one of his hands in an attempt to not lose balance. Pulling his fingers off the bar, you stuff them in your mouth and suck on them, swirling your tongue around the calloused tips and salivating. He feels every little movement of your mouth, from the suck of your lips to the light nibble of your teeth. Drool runs down his arm and he can’t stop the sounds that vibrate on your pussy. You keep squirting as his tongue rolls over your clit over and over again, pulling you down from the orgasm. When your sight comes back, you release his hand and turn around to move down. He moans out and bucks his hips up again and again and again. He’s stiff and red, ready to go again. Perfect.

Out of breath, you tell him, “You were such a good little slut. If you’re still good after edging, I’ll let your punishment go. But if you come without permission again, I’ll make it hurt.”

He seems to like what you’ve said, shivering in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You take your time moving back towards his throbbing dick, wobbling and unstable from two intense orgasms. You feel energized from being worshipped like that. Newfound confidence exudes from you as you shuffle to the end of the bed. Looking at Hol, you see the underwear is still blocking his view. You have some mercy on him.

“You can take those panties off, just put them in your mouth. And if you do anything with those hands other than grip the sheets or headboard, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you. You don’t want that, do you?”

He’s eager to answer you, already moving his numb arms to remove the panties.

“Of course. Anything you want, Mistress. Just let me please ya. I’m beggin’.”

Humming contently, you take his cock in your mouth and keep humming. Hol bucks into you, unable to control what he’s doing. He moans loudly, which makes you look up. You notice he’s forgotten to put the lacy drawers in his mouth and release his dick from the confines of your hot, wet mouth. Smirking at him, you snatch the panties away from his strong grip and forcefully stuff them in his mouth. He’s surprised as you do so, gasping from the sudden movements.

“You just can’t follow directions, dumb whore. You’re not going to get to come now.”

He spits out the wet fabric at the statement.

“N-NO! I-I-I mean, please, Mistress. I didn’t- I just forgot! Yer touch is just too good.”

“If my touch is too good for you, you don’t need it then,” you state, knowing good and well that’s not what he meant. You take the panties from him.

“Mistress, that ain’t what I meant. I need you. You know that. Please, I need you,” he pleads. “I need yer touch, yer pussy, anything you got fer me. I’ll do anything!”

“Prove it. Since you need me so much, stroke yourself with my panties and don’t come.”

Your challenge makes him look hopeless. Of course, he’s going to come if he masturbates in front of you. You smirk at how sad he looks at the black lace.

“Any complaints? I think I’m being fair.”

“No! No complaints here, baby- OW!”

You swat his cock quickly. It wobbles while still standing up. Your slap wasn’t that hard, just a warning tap.

“That’s not my name.”

“Of course, Mistress. I m-meant to say, ‘No complaints, Mistress.’”

“That’s what I thought. Sit up. Get to stroking, whore. I’m going to get comfortable.”

He gets situated on the bed with his back on the headboard. With the amount of precum he’s leaked, he has plenty to keep him going without any issues. His left-hand goes to fondle his balls as his right one starts pumping slowly. He takes his time as he grabs the panties to rub himself with. Your cum has made his body’s senses heighten even more than before. Every little stroke makes him moan out, the scratch from the lace on his sensitive head and shaft affecting his whole body. You watch him shake and moan, indulging in how torturous this is for him. Precum spills out of his tip and onto the panties.

You can’t stop from touching yourself, the scene igniting something new inside of you. Your fingers reach inside your pussy and your thumb circles around your sensitive clit. Hol can hear your gasps and moans and wet slapping sounds. He’s treated to the sight of you plunging your fingers in yourself. You work in tandem, Hol stroking his hard cock as you push into your wet cunt. You smile at him and bite your lip as you press against a certain spot. Your head falls back and he groans at the sight.

“Don’t come, pretty boy. I need you ready to burst when I fuck you.”

His hand speeds up and grips his balls harder. He’s about to come. He needs to come. But you won’t let him. With your attention on your orgasm, he could get away with coming quickly in the panties, but the consequences of being caught exceed the benefits of secretly coming. He slows down to keep from making you mad. Your eyes find his again, lust shining through your gaze. You bite down hard on your lip as you come for the third time. Your pussy pulsates from how much pleasure you’ve introduced it to. The cum runs out of your slit slowly. You shake as you come down from your high.

“Keep stroking. Don’t stop,” you command him. He nods, speeding up his motions.

You take your fingers that are covered with your essence and stick them in his mouth. He needs no instruction to start suckling on the digits. He loves the taste. He craves your pussy.

Taking your fingers out of his mouth, you settle behind him, making him scoot farther from the headboard. He doesn’t know what you’re doing, too distracted from trying not to come. You sit with your legs spread behind him. Your arms hug his torso and stroke his still cum-ridden chest in circles. The extra stimulation makes it harder for him to focus. Your hands run up and down, stopping to play with his still hard nipples. His back is sensitive when you press up against it with your lacy bra and plush breasts. Your arms come up to hold his head and push it towards yours. His mouth meets yours again for an open mouth kiss. Your tongue is the first to initiate contact with his, making him moan more. You love how vocal he is. His hand never stops moving as you watch him out of the corner of your eye. The way his arms’ muscles move is hypnotizing. Your tongues never stop dancing around each other while you’re distracted by his movements. He hasn’t come yet, making you quite happy. You might just get to come again with his cum in you.

You decide to up the ante.

“Give me the panties.” Panties are handed to you.

“Now wrap your arms over my thighs.” Thick, warm arms are draped over your thighs and wrap underneath them.

“Now what are you not allowed to do?”

“Come.”

“Good boy.”

Your hand wraps the panties around his reddish head, twisting them around to torture him more. His head flies back to your left shoulder, as your head is perched on his right. You can see all of him. The slight pooch of his freckled stomach makes you smile a little more, especially with his little whines in your ears now. He couldn’t get more adorable than this.

You show your appreciation and affection with kisses and licks to his neck. His head leans back farther, exposing his throat, where you add more hickies. The strokes on his throbbing member increase in speed and pressure. You squeeze Hol hard to draw out any sounds that might escape.

“Don't hold back your voice. I want to hear every single little sound you make, baby.”

This eggs him on to be louder. At this time of night, it’s hard to tell if any neighbors are awake. Surely, you’ll have complaints tomorrow morning.

The black lace is starting to get absolutely soaked from just Hol’s precum. You should have just stroked him with your hand and spit, but this added a new sensation. His dick twitches without stopping. His balls seem to tighten even more. He’s going to come.

You pull away from his mouth and dick and ask him quietly, “Do you want to come again?” He nods. You look at him pointedly like he knows better.

“Y-Yes, please. I need it so bad. My cock’s just achin’ fer yer touch, Mistress.”

Pretending to be in thought, you ask him, “But do you need to come again?”

“Whatever you think is best for your s-slut, Mistress.”

You’re happy with his response.

“Sit up, then. And throw that wet thing over there.”

Hol sits up upon command and flings the wet panties in the corner with an expectant grin on his face. You move around to his front and sit on his thighs. His muscles are thick enough for you get off from them, but you want something completely different.

You take your bra off, revealing your breasts to him. He groans, letting you know he likes what he sees. You smirk at his sounds and love how he isn’t shy about being vocal. You grab your tits and rub them together, flicking your nipples and moaning at the feeling. His hands come to rest on your hips, but you glare at him. His hands get the message and go back to the sheets.

His cock is pressed up against his stomach. The ruddy head and shaft look to be in pain, with pleasure needing to be released. Hol’s dick is thick and uncut, a blonde patch of hair framing his privates. You pet the pubic patch and grab onto his balls. His gasp is swallowed by your mouth. He loves how you taste. He needs you wrapped around him right now, though. He battles your mouth for dominance as you stroke and fondle him slowly. His sounds are muffled as you make out with him sloppily.

You start to take his cock and push the head near your entrance to tease him. The head brushes against your clit and down your slit. He can’t take it. The feeling of your hot, dripping cunt this close to his equally hot and dripping member almost makes him subject to punishment. Your hand tightens around his thick shaft, which makes him whine. Rubbing your pussy up and down with the engorged head, you move your hand up to squeeze right below his head to keep him from releasing. He groans at the contact with your wet lips and clit. He loves the velvety feeling of your cunt, soaked with his precum and your previous orgasms. Your sounds that follow make him whine. He’s the one that’s making you feel good. He’s the one who’s making you come.

Your hand lets his dick go and his body complains from the lack of contact. You stick your fingers that we’re just wrapped around his slick cock into his mouth. Hol doesn’t refuse your hand, instead, welcoming it with his tongue. In return, you press your cunt to his upright dick to tease him.

“Mmmm, that’s my good slut.”

He mumbles a thank you as best he can. Laughing, you pull your fingers out and stick them into your mouth. You lick every single finger individually to make a show for him. A smile grows on your face when you hear him moan out from a particularly strong grind of your hips. Your wet, saliva drenched fingers move between your body and his, right to his cock head. Your hand is somehow cold and makes the liquids that are now touching his hot member cold, too. He shivers at the difference in temperature. His pleasure filled haze is interrupted by your voice.

“Whose cock is this?”

Hol is confused, taken aback by the sudden loaded question. It is still his penis. It’s attached to him! But are you asking who’s in control of it? What do- sssshit!

A hand is pressed to his throat, not tight enough to hurt him, but enough to warn him to hurry up and answer.

“Y-Yers, Mistress. My co- uh I-I mean yer cock belongs to ya. I love what you do to it, makes me feel so-OOO FUCK!”

Hol screams out from you pushing his dick into your hot core. He can’t possibly take anything else that you could put him through. His throat is still constricted by your hand, cutting off his airways enough for him to panic. The fear that runs through his blood elevates his senses, with every stroke from your hot core making him convulse with pleasure. Feet and hands almost tear the sheets into pieces with the intensity that he grabs at them. Hol can’t comprehend what’s happening to his body. His breath catches in his throat, sputtering to get a word, a sentence, anything out. As you moan and praise him, you realize he’s frozen in fear and pleasure.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore I’ve choked.”

Hol thinks that, somehow, your words were meant to be reassuring.

Constant pressure is applied as your body alternates between grinding, thrusting, and straight pounding into him. A solid man like him can take it. Your brain is interrupted by the original intention of this interaction. Get information on Dio.

You slow your roll and scratch his sensitive neck, hard enough to snap him out of his lust ridden trance. He looks desperate for you to start moving, thrusting into you slightly to tell you to start again. Hol sees a smile on your face, too sweet to be up to anything good. If he’s learned anything from being teased by you, it’s that you’re not to be taken lightly. You can change your mind in an instant with no regard to his wants. But he loves how exciting it is to test your waters, to watch you, to taste you.

“Who is Dio to you?” you ask him, breath tickling his ear.

His response isn’t immediate. Hol looks surprised to be asked about his boss in this setting. Were you sent by Dio to check on him? Or were you with that ragtag team out to destroy Dio? He tries to get information on you before telling you his true relations to the vampire.

“Wh-What’s he ta you?” he replies without thinking.

Your hips snap and your hands reach out to choke him again, this time harder than before.

“You’re in no position to question my loyalty to Lord Dio.” You feel the bile crawling up your throat from siding with Dio, even in the context you’re saying it in. The Crusaders own you. You’re talking your own room each motel visit, free dessert, first dibs on shotgun.

“O-Of course! Why would I say somethin’ s-stupid like that? I was just, uh, jokin’ with ya. I’m loyal to Dio, too,” he stutters out. His tone isn’t too convincing.

“Then why are you here? You should be watching those fucking Joestars. Or did you forget your place?” Your tone is sharp, warning him not to play around. His throat is turning redder by the second, your hands’ grip not loosening up at any moment.

“Y-Ya can’t expect me to not f-f- FUCK!” A squeeze. “T-To follow you! You’re gorgeous, Mistress!” A finger traces his jugular. Finally, no choking. Not that he hates it, he loves anything that you’ll do to him, he’s just never been choked in this context.

“You’re weak, slut. I shouldn’t even let you come, nevermind come in me.” You have him by the balls with that.

“No! Please. I promise I’ll be on their trail in a hot minute. Just let me come in ya,” he begs, his hands ready to be in a praying position. Hol knows he hasn’t a chance to convince you. His eyes close in defeat.

“Tell me what you know about him. I’ve yet to personally speak to him.”

He starts to speak but is cut off by you thrusting again. His mouth opens with no words coming out. What was he supposed to be doing?

“Speak now. Or will I have to force you?”

At that, Hol starts to jabber about everything he knows about Dio. He can’t exactly stop his mouth from moving because he’s concerned about you stopping. His body is completely hooked on your touch. He needs you.

Nodding along with his words, you keep bouncing. The slap of skin on skin is music to his ears as he rambles to you. As long as he keeps talking, you’ll keep moving. At some point, he mentions how shredded Dio is. That Dio has an 8 pack now.

You can’t listen to another word about Dio this and Dio that mixed in with occasional moans. You bring Hol’s mouth towards yours to shut him up. The taste of your mouth is addictive, his body shivering at the touch. He can’t get enough of you. The thought of coming inside of you, your cum mixing with his, has him shaking and convulsing even more. His toes curl, his fingers are restless. You can sense it when his thighs flex up into yours.

“You’ve been a good slut. I suppose you can come. But you’re cleaning whatever you spill.”

His body gives out on him as his cock spurts out rope after rope into you. Hol can’t lift a finger, much less open his eyes to see your breasts bouncing up and down with you. At some point in the haze, your hand moved in between your bodies to play with your clit. You’ll make sure he repays you for his little mess.

As his body relaxes and comes down from the high, he can finally see again. His sight doesn’t last a minute before it’s overcome by the creampie he’s given you. His eyes widen at the thought of having to eat his own cum. Hol is entranced by your sopping core, oozing with his semen, as your fingers scoop some up and into his mouth. He can’t believe he’s doing this. A few more scoops are forced in before you completely smother his mouth. His tongue is instantly on your cunt, licking and sucking up the liquid inside.

“You got to stuff me full. Wasn’t that kind of me? I think you need to pay me back. What do you think, slut?” you ask.

He nods his head against your pussy, mouth moving up and down. His tongue goes to your clit to suck, trying to make you come as fast as possible. Hol slides his hands up your thighs, clinging to your flesh, leaving handprints as he latches onto you. You let it go, for his hands make you press closer into his mouth. Your hands comb through his dirty blonde hair, your fingers press into his scalp to get Hol’s tongue to go deeper inside you, to lick every drop of his essence out. The motions of his lips and tongue leave you a shaking mess. You have to hold onto the metal bar above him to not fall from the pleasure.

Your orgasm hits you like a lightning bolt, sudden and electric. Hol’s face is covered in his and your liquids, as squirt after squirt comes out of your throbbing cunt. His eyes are closed in bliss, happy to have made you come again.

You pet his head in approval, him leaning into your touch. Leaning down and squatting above him, his dick finds your core again. You kiss his mouth while tasting him and yourself on his lips. Your sloppy makeout leaves him gasping for air. He needs you again. More. The grind of your hips leaves him in shock. You want more?

“Best believe I’m getting as much out of you as I can. You don’t mind do you, slut?”

All he can do is nod in response. It’s going to be a long night.

Hol startles awake. He doesn’t know where he is exactly. Taking a look around, he sees that it’s bright out and he’s in a motel room. Ah. The lady. Everything comes flooding back, including his boner. He smiles at the thought of being fucked, hoping for another few rounds before going back to work.

A knock on the door interrupts his thoughts.

“Is there anyone there? The owner has checked out!” a muffled voice calls out from outside the door.

“Shit,” Hol curses.

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